Rina

I reached the guest room and knocked.

"Come in."

I pushed the door and got in. Signore Amato was standing.

"You sent for me."

"Yes. I really want to apologize earlier. I'm sorry I was clumsy. I should have looked before opening the door." He spoke with the same foreign accent as the girl.

"It's okay, sir. I wasn't hurt."

"Oh, thank the moon goddess." I didn't get any other response from him. So, I looked up—and there he was staring at that part of me I had begun to hate. My ugly, ugly, very disgusting chest. Yes, just as Piccolo Maestro called it.

I shut my eyes and...